Lyrics:
to the new-born King!
Christ, by highest heaven adored,
Christ, the everlasting Lord,
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of the favored one.
silhouette under a bedroom door
Your driving me home at 7 AM
Hand in mine like a heaven sent hymn
Moving and shaking like the ramblers do
After getting
Then hide behind pious
Faces
Like the guilty always do
Sisters of mercy
Mothers of shame
A baby only gets to
Heaven is sheæ?¯ baptized in his
Name
Gypsy woman told my mother 'fore I was born,
You got a boy-child coming, gonna be a son of a gun.
Gonna make pretty women's jump and shout,
the joy,
Of having you by my side,
Mother earth took you away,
Back to her heart.
Tears on heaven, tears on earth,
Tears on my soul,
Loneliness at heart.
I'm seven, I'm in heaven homie (nigga)
You can catch me in my dolo, how they think they know me? (Woo)
Hands up to God, never left me lonely (nigga)
Moses led God's children out to find the promised land
And on the way he stopped each day and looked to Heaven and
Asked God for help as he could
5, 6, a-5, 6, 7, 8
Bathing beauty, on the beach
Bathing beauty, say hello
What a cutie, what a peach
Bathing beauty, watch her go
(Alright, Meg,
by, then days went by, then days went by
Here I am
Yeah
I was ? since we was little niggas son since we were seven
Armed robbery, first degree, my
, then days went by, then days went by,
Here I am
I Knew Shawn since we was little niggas son since we were seven
Armed robbery, first degree, my man did
Children go where I send you,
How shall I send you?
I'm gonna send you eight by eight,
Eight for the eight that stood at the gate,
Seven for the seven
often search for profit but I ain't killed nobody stop it put
It on petro 7th sign voted for deathrow and the death note read
Be
E baby debbie tell me did
eleven: it'll be just like heaven
Question number twelve when we're by ourselves
The 'thirteen question method' is the one to use
The 'thirteen question
as that of “Mother,”
Therefore by that dear name I long have called you—
You who are more than mother unto me,
And fill my heart of hearts, where Death
Cheeks are rosy like a Boucher cherub
I'm a strawberry soda, raise my lashes to heaven
Stars in my hair running like a waterfall
Clouds in
how this world made a change
Now some will tell their mothers
Have left those years alone
They go home to heaven
Fine them with their own
There's
Whore of sacred heaven…
Mary… Holy Mary, mother of sluts
One thousand snakes drag in your skin
Poisoning every star
Beast of seven heads
Riding your fetid
Oh mother, say a prayer for me
Jesse's back in town, it won't be easy
Don't let him near me
Don't let him touch me
Don't let him please me
Here be down here be paradise
Here be starbright here be pain
Here be smiles in eyes like rainbows
My father and my mother
My sisters and my brother -
the band, the guns in the sky
Toast the men with wings as they go thundering by
Everyone's a lucky seven and the gift of good from Heaven
Hail the men,
the band, the guns in the sky
Toast the men with wings as they go thundering by
Everyone's a lucky seven and the gift of good from Heaven
Hail the men,
Mother of the spring
Her branches cradle slipping,
Buds, yawning open,
Welcome by an aging man
He greets them fondly
With memories of when
Her
I was born in a pool, they made my mother stand
And I spat on that surgeon and his trembling hand
When I felt the light I was worse than bored
I
there's a Heaven you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passing by in a stroller, remindin'
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